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For a child has been born for us,
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a son given to us;
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authority rests upon his shoulders;
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and he is named
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Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
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Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
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no power…kinda returns the power to us, don’t it?
No technologies (how many can you count in this picture?) except my trusty pen and a scrap or two of paper.
So of course, we did what any normal people would do. We played dominoes by candlelight.
pop strikes again
So my mom (hi Mami!) is horrified that I am giving Miami such bad press here.
I love Miami, but Mom, this stuff, you have to admit, is true. Consider it a favor that I am keeping the tourists away from you. That means fewer people on US-1. You’re welcome.
Bring on Willy Chirino….